MTL - Strong Waist - Chapter 584 fantasy of a small town genius

When I cleared the final chapter of a game that was a national failure, I became an unnamed side character in it.

A non-standard, unmeasurable, EX rank supporting character.

Drizzles in the wind, a small shop with pennants, and flower-like vintners.

Xinfeng’s fine wine, tenderly-fresh sunflowers shoots, and superb delicacies.

Lin Yan, Shaoyin of Jingzhao laid his eyes on the restaurant’s owner who has skin as fair as snow and beautiful apricot eyes.

It was pitiful and pathetic for a young lady from high-society to fall into the situation of selling wine…

Yet Shen Shaoguang thought: With wines and delicacies, and being able to see handsome young lads pass by…Life is treating her well enough!

Lin Yan’s expression was heavy, these young lads dress up fancily every day, showing off themselves and playing boring games like rooster fights and dog races…It’s time to straighten them out!

- Description from Novelupdates

At her cousin's birthday party, she was schemed to have a relationship with her cousin's fiancé, becoming the most shameless woman among rich families, and therefore married to that man, the most influential big shot in the city.After marriage, the wholehearted love only brings endless humiliation and disgust.Later, her cousin returned. He threw out the divorce agreement, saying, “Give Mrs. Leng's position back to her.” He even took their child and gave it to her cousion who was unable to bear children.She finally became disheartened and fled far away with their child, completely disappearing from his world.On his wedding day, he suddenly learned the truth and realized that his white moonlight had always been her, not her cousin.“If love is an isolated island, I'm willing to settle there for you forever.”

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”